Roleplay

I was at Martin’s house again. I’ve never been one for relationships, but a good fuckbuddy is worth his weight in gold. Martin’s the kind of guy who’s easy to hang with – he never cancels at the last minute and he’s always down to fuck.

Sure, his house looks like a gothic manor... but whatever – he takes my cock like a pro.

My name’s Tyler Mackenzie and my story isn’t complicated. I just turned forty-five, so busy with my career I barely noticed. No spouse, no kids, no house, just a trendy condo in the city and the occasional trip out to Martin’s.

Martin and I usually start wth a glass of wine. He puts on a movie and we pretend to watch it until he drags me off to the bedroom. That’s when it gets wild – he loves riding my cock – and eventually we both collapse into a sweaty pile of hormones.

Of course that’s not enough for Martin.

“You should stick around,” he said, putting his head on my best. “Stay the night for once. It’s a long drive home... and you’ve drank too much anyway.”

“Nah,” I said. We’ve done this dance a thousand times. “I’ll call a cab and pick up the Mustang tomorrow. C’mon Martin, you know I like my own bed.”

“This could be your bed,” he insisted. “C’mon... we fuck all the time. Why not stay for a few days? Give that boyfriend life a try?”

I laughed and his face turned red.

“Sorry Em,” I chuckled. “I’m not a boyfriend type. Let’s appreciate what we’ve got.”

“I guess,” he sighed. “I just... I want to do more than wine, fuck, movie? I really like you babe, and I wanna take it further.”

“Sorry,” I shrugged, mildly annoyed that he was still pushing. “I’m not boyfriend material... my life isn’t set up for it. Let’s grab a shower and finish the movie... that sounds nice, right?”

“What about... we could try something more exciting in bed?” Martin suggested, sticking to the topic doggedly. “How about a little light BDSM?”

“Not my thing,” I shrugged.

“Roleplay?”

“Huh?” I said. I’d vaguely heard of it, but I’ve never tried it myself. “What kind of role-play?”

Martin grinned and grabbed a piece of jewelry from the table. It was a dark rock on a heavy silver chain. I could have sworn it glowed when he picked it up.

Blame it on the wine. Blame it on the afterglow.

“Well...” Martin said, drawing a line down my chest with the stone. “I was thinking maybe you’re a young jock... just out of college. Hot, horny, and dumb...”

“You’ve thought about this,” I teased.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “You’d be straight too. The kind of cocky gymbro you always wanted to be.”

Yeah, I’m a buttoned-down kind of guy, but I’ve got my fantasies too. Sometimes I wish I was a muscled up jock. Dumb as a brick. The kind of hot dumbass that gets all the attention.

Blame Moose from the Archie comics, or Slater from Saved by the Bell, or even just Chris from my high school gym class.

I’m middle aged... I should be past adolescent fantasies. Some part of me never got past the jealousy I felt over those guys. Everything seemed to come easily for them. I was always stressed about school and grades and college... they just had to throw a football and everyone loved them.

I’ve always wanted to be a jock. But I’d never told Martin about it...

The rock was glowing where it touched my chest. I should have been more concerned.

“Admit it,” he smirked. “I’ve got your number.”

“I mean, uh... yeah... I always wanted to be a jock,” I conceded. “Young, dumb, horny, slutty...”

“We’d meet at the gym,” Martin suggested. “And I’d wear you down... Tempt you and tease you til you come back to my place. A little wine... a little weed... finally you’d agree to take my cock.”

“Whoa,” I laughed. “I’m not into bottoming.”

“It’s a fantasy,” Martin chuckled. “I bet I can get you to do it. Scream for my cock like a beefy muscle whore. C’mon babe, just say yes. I’ll take care of all the details.”

Blame it on the wine. Blame it on the afterglow.

“Okay,” I gulped. “Yeah, let’s do it. Tomorrow?”

He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“Dictum est, ita factum est. Incipe Himbo."

The rock burned hot against my chest. It flashed with an angry light and dazzled my vision. I couldn’t see anything but spots.

“Relax babe,” I heard him say in the dark. “You’re gonna love this.”

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I gasped and my eyes flew open. Something was crushing me.

Neon lights. Cold plastic under me. Both hands gripping a bar tightly.

“Don’t be a pussy,” a deep voice laughed. “You got this bro. Two more reps!”

I pushed hard, driving my back into the bench and making sure I kept my elbows from flaring too much. Gotta keep that weight over the chest. Gotta make sure my mind-muscle connection is solid.

The bar started moving again. Fuck yeah... I was gonna make it.

“One more rep bro!” my buddy Cam cheered over me. “C’mon bro, you’re a fuckin’ beast! You got this!”

I let out a grunt and landed the bar back into the rack. Holy fuck... 225, that’s a personal best for me!

“Shit dude, you did it!” Cam shouted. I could feel the bench shake a little as he shook the rack behind me. Cam’s the best – my gymbro, my cheerleader, my roommate... everyone should have a Cam in their life.

“Oh my god, can you guys just like... shut up?” I heard a feminine voice call from across the room. I got instantly hard. Fuck.. this is why I don’t talk to chicks at the gym. They’re just like... a distraction, y’know?

“You shut up!” Cam laughed back. “My boy just repped a new PR, don’t rain on his parade!”

I sat up on the bench. My head was swimming after the exertion. Fuzzy too, but that’s like... that’s normal. I looked across and caught my eye in the mirror. Hell yeah, I was a fuckin’ beast bro!

Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout. Maybe our apartment smells like socks, but the sweat pays off. I’m getting old – almost twenty-three now – and I’m just gettin’ hotter. Muscles on top of muscles, y’know?

I gave a quick flex in the mirror. I love the way I look – shaggy hair and pumped up muscles and shredded abs. I was working out in shorts and a stringer tank – it was all exactly the right kinda tight. Show off my pump without making me look gay.

Yeah, I’m shallow. So what? I’m no thinker, but I’ve got nine thousand followers on Instagram.

I hit the gym five nights a week and focus on my compound lifts. And maybe a little bicep work, cause I wanna make sure I look good, right? Ladies love a man with muscle. And this man loves the ladies...

If you looked like me, you’d be shallow too. And a total slut. Dude, I get with like... three or four different girls a week. A lotta dudes just hook up with apps, but I actually like to go out. Catch eyes from across the room. I’m like... that level of hot, y’know?

I gave myself another flex and grinned at the mirror. I looked past myself and saw Cam standing there with a giant grin on his face. Cam’s the shit – the kinda bro who’s always there for you!

“Let’s see you beat it!” I smirked. Cam’s been plateaued at 205 for like... months. Dude keeps trying, but maybe he’s just reached his limit, y’know? We can’t all the the biggest stud in town!

“Gimme a minute,” Cam said, stretching like that was gonna help.

“Yeah, sure.”

I took off across the gym, looking for the chick who yelled at us. I love Cam, he’s my bro y’know, but he can be kinda a douche sometimes. I wanted to make sure we left a good impression. You never know when you’re gonna meet up in a club, y’know?

“Hey,” I said, approaching after she finished her set. “I’m sorry about my buddy over there. He can be pretty intense sometimes.”

“Says the guy who grunts like a gorilla,” she said playfully. “You guys get it’s a public gym, right?”

“Yeah?” I shrugged. “But like... sorry, we just got excited.”

“Okay,” she said, putting a headphone back in. “I’d better get back to my set.”

“I’m Ty,” I said, sticking out my hand for her to shake. She looked at it like I’d just handed over a dead fish.

“Nice to meet you Ty,” she said. “I’m gonna finish my set.”

“Wanna give me your phone number?” I asked.

“Wanna take a hint?” she shot back.

“Fair enough,” I said, cracking my neck and giving a shy grin. “A beautiful lady like you... a guy’s gotta ask, y’know?”

I walked back to Cam with her number in my phone.

“Dude, about time,” Cam complained. “I’ve been ready forever!”

“Shut up dude,” I said. “I got her number.”

Fist bump.

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Cam likes to take his time and stretch, so I was in the locker room taking a shower. I was all alone, just towelling myself off when a guy walked in. Bro, I’m telling you... he didn’t belong like... at all.

Dude was dressed like death – all in black and most of it sagged off his body. He had short black hair and kinda pale skin and he mighta been twenty or fifty... one of those faces.

But still... there was something familiar about him. I must have stared too long – our eyes met and his lips curled into a smile.

I wrapped my towel a little tighter.

“Hey...” he said, staring at my mostly naked body. Big pecs and tight abs and the kind of shoulders that make boulders jealous.

“Uh, hey,” I said, turning away and staring at my locker. C’mon bro, take a hint!

“Don’t turn away,” he said. “I love the new look.”

“Huh?” I grunted. But yeah... I turned back to face him. Like, I didn’t need to or anything, but something about the way he spoke... he had the kinda voice you gotta listen to, y’know?

“Right,” he smirked. “You don’t remember. Sorry, let me start again – I’m Martin.”

“Okay,” I said. “I uh... I gotta change bro. Got shit to do tonight.”

“I think you’ve changed enough,” Martin said with a little smile. “Besides... you’re gonna cancel your plans tonight. You’re gonna come back to my place. I’m gonna plow that jock ass til you beg for mercy.”

“Sorry bro,” I laughed. “I’m like... a thousand percent straight.”

“Sure you are,” he said like I was too dumb to know better. Then the fucker reached out and grabbed one of my pecs. He gave it a slow squeeze and looked me straight in the eye. “C’mon bro, you know you want a taste of my cock.”

Why wasn’t I pushing this fucker off me? He was staring at me, kneading my pec in his hand, and all I could do was try not to moan.

Oh fuck... was this shit actually turning me on?

No way bro. I’m not gay.

“You want my load in your hole, don’tcha boy?” the goth guy smirked. “Straight boy’s getting hard already, isn’t he?”

I could feel my dick getting hard. Shit... I’m all testosterone and hormones, y’know? It’s not my fault this guy was making me... making me...

“You’re not gonna make me gay,” I gasped, retreating until my back was pressed against the cold metal of the lockers. “I’m straight dude, ain’t nothin’ gonna change that!”

“Please,” he chuckled. “One snap of my fingers and... watch this!”

I could hear heavy footsteps coming our way.

“Hey Ty, this dude bothering you?” It was Cam, sweaty and exhausted after his workout, but ready to kick some ass if he needed to. He was already starting to puff out his chest in his tank, making sure he looked extra intimidating.

“Cam, get outta here!” I shouted.  But it was too late for him – the weird guy snapped his fingers and grinned. I saw something around his neck flash bright red and then...

Then Cam wasn’t Cam anymore.

I looked past the goth guy and stared at my friend as he grunted and started to like... change. I don’t know how to describe it dude. Like... he started out as a typical jock – gym shorts and a plain black tank. Messy brown hair that mirrored mine. Lots of muscle, but like... for the ladies, y’know?

Cam moaned like a porn star.

“Oh my god,” Cam gasped as his skin started to shimmer. It looked like he was in a club with lots of different lights hitting him all at once... but just him. The locker room looked totally normal, except for the colours washing over Cam. “Bro, something’s happening to me!”

I watched while Cam’s tanktop went away like a bad special effect, fading until you couldn’t see where it had been. His pecs were hanging out in the open now, and breathed heavily with his whole body. I could see his muscles twitching at random. Down below his waist his shorts were fading out too, leaving him naked except for a pair of briefs.

Fire engine red. That colour... it reminded me of something. The goth dudes necklace? Or something from last night? Shit... I couldn’t remember.

Whatever it was, it was wrong. Cam wears boxers, just like me. The cut of those briefs... Straight dudes don’t wear that shit. It was like he was trying to show off his ass and his dick. I was staring in horror while Cam’s gym shoes morphed into a pair of fire-engine red high-tops. A matching pair of knee-high socks grew up from his shoes, giving him hooker vibes.

“Cam!” I shouted, like that was gonna do anything.

The colourful lights seemed to focus on his head for a few seconds. I watched as his messy brown hair styled itself into a tight faux hawk. Fire-engine red, of course. His lips looked like he’d gotten fillers, big and juicy. I swear he was wearing makeup.

The lights faded and we were left standing in the locker room. Me, the goth guy, and the low-rent version of Cam he’d created.

“Whoa,” Cam grinned, looking me up and down like a piece of meat. “You’re like... totally hot, aren’tcha?” He rubbed his package through those briefs and gave me a hungry stare.

“Cam,” I pleaded. “Stop it bro!”

“I never wanted to fuck a girl this bad...” he moaned.

“Told you,” the goth guy chuckled. “One snap and your buddy’s a gay slut now. A rent-boy with an empty head and full balls. Hot, right?”

“Dude...” I said, struggling to find the next words.

“I could do it again,” the guy offered. “Turn you into a double-feature? I’m thinking a lime green thong and matching sunglasses. Maybe a harness to really highlight those muscle tits... whaddaya think?”

“No,” I yelped. “No, dude... like... please!”

He just stepped closer. I could smell his breath – a mix of cigarette smoke and dark chocolate. This time his hand landed on the front of my towel, giving my cock a light squeeze.

“C’mon boy,” he whispered in my ear. “This is your secret fantasy. Don’t pretend like it’s not.”

I could feel my cock getting hard as he held it gently. Blame it on the workout. Blame it on my youth. Blame it on anything but...

“I gotta go shower,” I stuttered. My hair was already wet and water was still beaded across my shoulders. He knew it was a lie. I knew it was a lie. But maybe...?

“You wanna suck me off? the guy asked, raising an eyebrow. “The showers are private.”

Yeah, I go to a fancy gym. Private shower stalls, and pretty big ones too.

“Meet me in the last one on the right,” he whispered. He didn’t need to – it was just me and him and Cam, and Cam wasn’t gonna stop us anymore. The guy turned and walked towards the showers. I watched him go, wondering if I was going to regret my next decision.

After a few seconds I followed along.

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I stepped into the shower and hung my damp towel on one of the hooks. I don’t know why, but there are like three hooks in each shower. Sometimes I wonder who else fucks in here.

The guy was already there with the water going full blast. A cloud of steam was forming, but I could still see well enough. He was totally naked and about halfway hard. His clothes were piled on the floor. Don’t ask me how they stayed dry. This guy is a wizard or something.

“I, uh... I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I stammered. “I mean... like... what’s your name again?.”

The guy made his cock jump a couple of times. He was almost up to full mast now.

“I’m Martin,” the guy chuckled. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing here.”

“It’s just... I mean, I’ve never...” I said, trying to find the right sequence of words.

“Yeah, but you wanna,” Martin said confidently.

He was acting like there wasn’t any doubt in the world. Like he just knew that I wanted to get down on my knees and suck his cock.

“Look kid,” he said. “It’s just you and me. Door’s locked, water’s loud... you can leave if you want to, but I don’t think you will. This is your chance. Nobody has to know.”

“Just... how do I...?” I asked nervously.

“Get on your knees in front of me,” Martin said gently. “Take it in your mouth and just suck on it, whatever feels natural. Just, uh... watch the teeth, okay? I want both of us to have fun.”

I got down on the tile floor and tried to get comfortable. His cock was bobbing a couple of inches from my face, eager and ready for my thick lips. The water was hitting me in the face as I stared at it. Martin just stared down at me with adoration – there wasn’t any rush. I could take as long as I needed.

I opened wide and leaned forward. It was bigger than I expected – I’d never had a cock in my mouth before, and I had no idea how chicks did this. They must have been choking the whole time. Even with my wide mouth, I could barely fit it inside.

It felt so natural. Like I’d done it a thousand times before. For a half second I wondered if I was a natural cocksucker... but that was impossible. My whole life revolves around pussy. This was a one time thing. Just a one time thing...

“Mmm,” I said, dropping the cock from my mouth. “What’s that taste?”

“Precum,” Martin grinned, hefting his cock and teasing my lips with it again. “You’ve got me going boy.”

I felt a burst of pride when he said that. I don’t know why, but something about getting this guy hard... I felt so good about it. I jumped back on his dick and started sucking again. It was like running or meditating or stretching... once you got into it the time just flew by.

I guess it was a few minutes later when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off.

“You’ve got me so close,” Martin said. “I wanna fuck you boy.”

My stomach exploded with nerves. I felt like coach had just put me in for the last two minutes of the championship.

“Yeah?” I asked. “Right here?”

“Back at my place,” Martin chuckled. “Do you want that?”

Twenty minutes ago I’d never sucked a dick. Now I knew for certain... I wanted to take it up the ass. Something about Martin just made me feel safe. And now that he’d proposed it... bro, I wanted him inside me so bad.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding eagerly.

“Then let’s save this load,” he said. “I’m gonna step out and dry off. Follow me in a couple minutes. My cars a red convertible, just outside... I’ll be waiting.”

He stepped out of the shower and I found myself collapsed against the tile wall.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself. “What the hell just happened?”

But still, I couldn’t resist. I took a couple minutes to rinse off and twisted the taps closed. Two minutes later I was mostly dry and headed back to my locker. Martin was nowhere to be seen, but Cam was drying off in front of his locker.

“Dude,” he laughed. “You been in the shower this whole time?”

“Yeah,” I said with an embarrassed shrug. “Kinda lost track of time.”

“Bro, just jerk off at home,” he teased. “You know I’ll help.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I grinned back. “You know me bro, I just spaced out.”

“Space cadet.”

“That’s me,” I chuckled, pulling a loose tanktop over my head. Shorts and a tank – the only real difference from my gym clothes to my outside clothes is how sweaty they are.

“Alright,” I said, grabbing my backpack. “I’m gone bro. See you at home.”

“For sure,” Cam said. “Later bro.”

Fist bump.

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I walked outside the gym and saw Martin waiting in his car. It was a red Mustang, top down and freshly washed. Damn, that’s the kinda car I always wanted. It definitely didn’t fit with a goth guy like Martin!

I tossed my gym bag into the back seat and climbed in beside Martin. I’ll admit, I glanced both ways, just to make sure none of my buddies saw me getting in with the guy. Yeah, I was thinking about riding his cock, but nobody needed to know that.

Soon enough we were out on the highway, driving towards the city limits.

“Wow,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You live like... pretty far out. Is there like... a bus stop or whatever near your place?”

“Relax boy,” Martin smirked. “I’m not gonna leave you stranded.”

Okay, sure, but let’s say I changed my mind. What if I didn’t take his cock? I’d be walking home for the next week! We pulled onto a side road and kept driving for a while. I didn’t even know where we were.

But I didn’t say anything. Somehow it all felt familiar. Even safe.

We finally pulled up a long driveway and to a fancy house. It was like a castle or something – all stone and shrubbery and gothic statues. There was a black sedan in the driveway... that felt more like Martin’s kind of car. His vibe fit the place perfectly.

I wondered just how rich Martin was. I’m kinda scraping by, paycheque to paycheque, y’know? Meanwhile he lived in a mansion.

He pulled the Mustang into a garage and turned off the engine.

“Why don’t we start with a drink?” he suggested. “Come on inside. The night is young, and so are you.”

I laughed. It sounded like a joke.

Martin left me upstairs in this old fashioned living room. All hardwood and fancy couches and stuff. He said he was ducking down to the wine cellar to find something appropriate. When he came back up he poured the whole bottle into this weird glass thing and said we had to wait a little til we could drink it.

Fancy, right? In the meantime he sparked up a joint and we smoked on the balcony. The joint was making it hard to think, so when he leaned in and kissed me I didn’t even pause. I just pushed my lips against his and enjoyed the sensation. He tasted like he smelled – dark chocolate and cigarettes.

After we killed the joint he said the wine was ready to drink. He poured two big glasses and clinked his against mine.

“To trying something new,” he said, giving me a sneaky smile. I downed my glass in one long gulp and he looked horrified. Guess you’re s’posed to savour the stuff. He took like... forever to drink half a glass and I tried not to gulp down my second one. Finally he set his glass down and took mine to put beside it.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said softly. All of a sudden the world came into focus... He wanted my ass! I’d almost forgotten!

Blame it on the weed. Blame it on the wine. I followed him upstairs.

The bedroom was like the rest of the house. Big and impressive and fancy for no reason. His bed had a king sized mattress and clean sheets. I felt totally out of place.

“Take off your shirt,” he said. He was undoing his buttons and dropping layer after layer of dark fabric on the floor. His body wasn’t bad under there – he was clearly in his forties or fifties, but dude kinda kept in shape. I mean... he’s no me, but who is?

I pulled off my tank and dropped my shorts too. A second later my boxers landed in the pile.

“So... uh, like... how’s this work?” I asked nervously. My head was swimming in wine and weed and fear.

“Lay down on your back,” he ordered. “I’m gonna lube up your hole first.”

“Huh?”

He took a little bottle and pumped it a couple of times before touching my ass. Whatever it was, it was cold and a little bit slimy. He went slow, taking a couple of minutes before he pressed the first finger inside my hole.

I gasped. Holy fuck that felt weird. But with each passing second it felt more and more normal. I let out another little gasp when he added a second finger. After what felt like a long time he had me put my feet over his shoulders.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Uh...”

“I’ll go slow,” he promised.

And then his cock was pressing into my hole. Just a little pressure on the outside til it suddenly slipped in. The first half-inch felt like someone was trying to shove a submarine up my ass.

“Uuuuhh...” I grunted. I’ve played a lot of rough sports. I could get through this too.

“Take this,” he said, handing me a small bottle. “Just smell it. It’ll loosen you up.”

I sniffed at the bottle for a few seconds before he took it back. A wave of bliss washed over me. Holy shit... whatever’s in that bottle... I felt his cock slide all the way inside me.

“Ooooooohhh...” I moaned, feeling him hit me for the first time. Something was lighting up in my brain when he went all the way in. It felt so good, the way he fucked me. Then he pulled halfway out and rammed his way in again.

Over and over. I couldn’t stop moaning. Thank god there were no neighbours nearby.

Soon I was bouncing myself up and down his pole.

“Oh yeah...” I screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck my jock ass! Oh yeah! Fuck me!”

I didn’t stop til we blew both our loads.

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It was a while before I felt like I could talk again.

“So what do you think?” Martin asked, a little too soon. “You like it when a man fucks you?”

“Mmm...” I moaned. “That felt like... so good. I wish I could stay here forever.”

Martin rolled his eyes.

“Oh sure, now you want to stay forever... sorry Ty, I’m not keeping a twenty-two year old jock as a houseboy. I don’t have the stamina, and you’re not boyfriend material. You gotta go home. But before you do, I’ve got something for you.”

He walked over to the dresser and picked up a box. I propped myself up on my elbows and tried to look sexy. Maybe if he got another look... maybe he’d fuck me again right now...

“For me?” I asked, taking the box from him.

“Yeah,” Martin shrugged. “I think you’re gonna like this.”

I opened the box and stared inside. It was a mess of colourful fabric. I grabbed a blue one and pulled it out, stretching it in front of me. A jockstrap, but not like the kind I wore on the team. This one was made out of mesh and sex appeal.

“Dude, I can’t wear this,” I said, suddenly blushing red. “Everyone’s gonna see it!”

“So?”

“So... nobody wears this shit unless they’re gay!” I yelped.

“Ty,” Martin laughed. “I’ve got news for you... bro. You’re gay as fuck.”

“No way,” I chuckled.

“Want me to pound your hole again?”

“Yeah!” I said without hesitation. “Okay... maybe you’ve got a point. But my buddies are gonna give me shit for it.”

“I don’t think they’ll mind,” Martin said. “Your buddy at the gym didn’t seem too upset with his new outlook on life. I’m sure he’ll help you figure life out – maybe even fool around now and then. Your ass is mine now, but you can suck all the cock you want, got it?”

“Bro, I don’t really think –“ I started, but Martin cut me off.

“Good,” he said. “Don’t think. Just be a dumb muscle whore. Young and dumb and full of cum, okay boy? That’s your life now.”

I bit my lip for a second. Maybe he was right. I loved getting my ass fucked.

I stretched out the jockstrap and slid up over my cock. The hole over my ass felt perfect. I was ready to fuck whenever Martin wanted. A wide grin split over my face.

“My ass feels empty...” I complained. “C’mon Martin... fuck me again!”

He reached into the box and pulled out a black piece of rubber. Long and wide and with a kind of a handle thing at the top.

“That’s what buttplugs are for,” Martin smirked.

“It’s not cock...” I said sadly. “But maybe it’ll do in the meantime.”

“Grab the lube,” Martin ordered. “I’ll show you how to use it.”